Strong hands meant to love and hold
Instead
They hold too tightly
Press too heavily
And breathing falters
That's not what strong hands are for

Hands that hold me as I stumble
Reach out, pull me up when I am down
Strong hands that support me
Offer love
Offer comfort

Strong, artistic hands
Paint with harsh streaks of painful purples
Strong tones of brash blues
Fading yellows
Light, creamy greens
My body is your canvas
That's not what strong hands are for

Soft hands
Trace such sweet apologies
Melt away any doubt
Melt any insecurity
Melt away any fear

No. I love you
These hands will never paint again
Never use harsh colors again

Thank you for your promise
I know better.
Your canvas is waiting.

Until next time